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Bomb Dropped

"Yo Fedz I wanna get married!"
The glass Fedz was holding dropped to the floor spilling tequila on the newly cleaned carpet.

"What!" he shouted. "When did you thought of this?"

"A few months back, why?"

"Nothing boss its just....strange."

"Ha ha it's you tink its strange for mi to get hooked huh." Standing up. "Well! Thats none of you god damn business now is it Fedz! Now clean that out of my fucking carpet before I spill something else that can't come out." Fedz looked to the gun resting on his boss's table.

"I didn't mean to diss boss." Fedz said holding his head down.

"Ha ha I was kidding Fedz" Fedz flinched while he was being patted on his shoulder. "I'll be in my cave catching Zs, remember where heading to LA at five." No matter how young his boss was he feared for his life every second. Quitting was an option here in the mafia world you either die while working or quit and still die. He loved his boss and his paycheck ofcourse but mostly this world. Many would run but when your in it for so long it sort of grows on you, but your life always seem to be on the line. Its like living in a void where wrongz or on one side and rightz on the next

Just a little preview. Ahh...I like this boss person already I wonder who is this lucky person mhm.

Nicky

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